me make this clear just the thought of it definitely brings me tears It's not about a salery it's all about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all
, young girls is sluts they older than stank is, fat out of shape in the shelter wit 8 kids, fuckin welfare check bitches hell yeah I deck bitches, Chris Brown
a dime doin dominatrix on her Disrespect me I'll wet you like condensation Water (water) I'm a mixture between Chris Brown and Chris Jericho, where's your daughter? ... I'm more than y'all
off 2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer
[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Layin here All out of ideas Ain't picked up the phone In so damn long I got the lights off And I aint sleep bout a week You got
, start drillin' away Turn off your iPhone, we chillin' and hey We'll be sippin' Patron, couple gallons a day Let's take our clothes off, bombs away Pick a song, Chris Brown
stable(horsees) Cars all pretty hard or more drippy like the Frankie better It's banks stopped all betters It's tank top in good weather my niggas all
you love me but it's more like my d**** style? You love my lavish habits? My large bank account? Somebody dial 9-1-1, like Chris Brown, I'm about to take
, Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Bernie Mac lookin? boy, No eyelids can?t blink lookin? boy, You are the weakest link lookin? boy, No Chris, no Chris, no
, Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Bernie Mac lookin? boy, No eyelids can?t blink lookin? boy, You are the weakest link lookin? boy, No Chris, no Chris, no!
lang, Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Bernie Mac lookin' boy, No eyelids can't blink lookin' boy, You are the weakest link lookin' boy, No Chris, no Chris,
mean that all this while, I been thinkin' you love me,was more like my -----style, WOW, you love my lavish habits, my large bank accounts,somebody dial 911 like Chris Brown
Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo? me (ya) Don?t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) And all these niggaz is killaz and all
[Chris Brown] Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get
I make big boy noise cuz... I know what girls want... I know what they like They wanna stay up , and party all night so bring a friend [Chris Brown] [
lose your (Life) over a website I'll feel (Sorry) Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real story Off puttin words together
(oh) Get off of me She's fakin' (na na) Oh baby she's fakin' (na na) Sorry that you got played But back away (Chris Brown Talking) I'm sorry that you
Run, run, run Clap your hands, run Y'all know what this is So So Def Now lil mama just break it down For the boy, Bow Wow and that boy Chris Brown All